 Post 3 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
The dragon was not moving.
MOVE DRAGON.
Perhaps it will respond if she gave it a name? You know, do more than just look at her tapping on the table and back up at her? She was not insane, Mr. Dragon, thank you very much.
"Victor!" she abruptly decided, nodding enthusiastically at the little Ukranian Ironbelly. "You are officially Victor the Grey Dragon. I'll call you Vics, for short," she chuckled, and gingerly scratched his head again.
Vics looked Bambi in the eye again, and this time she grinned and tapped the table again. It seemed to make a decision and slowly took the few steps to the left. "Good boy, Victor! Now how about you pop into the cage for me?" it snorted, and a tiny bit of fire came out this time. Bambi gulped, fearing her hands.
"Okay, okay. We'll take it slow. Take another hop for me, Vics?" she tapped the table again as she thought. Vics wouldn't want to go into the cage willingly. Perhaps she could offer it food? It was a transfigured dragon after all, it would behave just like a real dragon would. Food cravings and all.
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